Damaged

I fell asleep on my bed. My last thought was of Kathy. My best friend.

Thats why I could see the guy who killed her. He was dead. He dissapeared. Man the dead can take over so many people in one glance and its scary.

I woke up to the sun shining on my face and my room clean for once. What had happened? I stood up and put my robe no. I looked aound. My whole room was organized. And there was a list of where everything should and would be. I picked it up. I looked at it and didn't revognize the handwriting. I went to the closet and I swear it winked at me. It was shining with nothing on the floor. All the clothes were huing up. What did I do last night?

"Thanks for everything. They put him in jail last night. Carl. Thanks so much. Christine I can't kiss you so I cleaned your room. I hope it looks good and is to your approval." I whipped around and saw the teenage boy behind me grinning.

"I dont know what to say. Thank you." I said.

"Alissa helped too." he said and the dead sister was there in an instant.

"Thank you. Both of you." I said.

"No thank you. YOu helped us and now we can move on." they both said and turned around to see a shinging bright light.

I could see it too but I knew it wasn't for me.

"Good luck Christine." Alissa said.

"If you ever need us just hollar!" Daniel said.

"I will. Good luck to you guys too!" I said and then they dissapeared.

Now they were gone and in a better place. I could concentrate on finding Kathy. And I would find her. And then scold her for not coming to me to see me.

Then I felt something chilly and turned around from where I was.

It was a hand and a skeleton.

Death Is cold.